Brother ...... South When Su Zhinian heard these three words, he stopped according to the action of the remote control.

This is the first time she has asked him for leave since she moved into his villa, right?

First time asking for leave...... It was for the south of Qin...... Su Zhinian's gaze was slightly cold.

Song Qingchun waited for a while, and saw that Su Zhinian just stared at the TV screen without any reaction, so he spoke up again: "Mr. Su, is it okay?" ”

Su Zhinian continued to stare at the TV screen without blinking his eyes as if he hadn't heard her voice.

The room fell into silence, and just when Song Qingchun was hesitating whether to ask Su Zhinian again, the man's head suddenly turned, and his gaze slowly moved to her.

His eyes were very calm, without the slightest ups and downs and fluctuations, just looking at her so fixedly, there was obviously no emotion in his eyes, but Song Qingchun felt that his eyes seemed to hide a lot of words that she didn't understand.

Su Zhinian stared at her for a long time, but she didn't make a sound, Song Qingchun's heart became more and more nervous, and her palms were covered with sweat.

Just when Song Qingchun felt that he might have no hope of asking for leave, Su Zhinian's golden lips finally moved: "How many hours of leave?" ”

Is this the rhythm of his vacation?

A glimmer of light appeared in Song Qingchun's eyes, and her curved eyelashes blinked at Su Zhinian several times, and her brain turned slightly, the banquet started at half past eight, and it would probably end at half past eleven, but she had to go out at eight o'clock......

"Four ......" Song Qingchun didn't finish his sentence, so he changed his words again: "Three hours ......"

She paused, and continued to add a tone of priority after a little undecided: "...... Right? ”

The light in her eyes was like a sharp knife, stabbing Su Zhinian's heart with a dull pain.

She really wants to go to the banquet south of Qin, right? That's why when he asked her how many hours off she was going to take, her eyes became so bright.

Su Zhinian subconsciously looked away, avoiding Song Qingchun's gaze, and pursed his lips vigorously.

His actions like this made Song Qingchun feel a heavy pressure like a mountain, and she hurriedly spoke again as if she was afraid that Su Zhinian would regret it: "Mr. Su, if three hours is a bit much, then two and a half hours...... If you can't do it, you can ...... it for two hours."

Song Qingchun saw that Su Zhinian was still unmoved, secretly gritted his teeth, and said with a little compromise: "That hour and a half...... Mr. Su, an hour and a half is the minimum, and it will take me at least an hour to go back and forth......"

"Twelve." Su Zhinian suddenly interrupted Song Qingchun's words.

"Huh?" Song Qingchun paused with some puzzlement and looked at Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian grabbed the remote control in his hand hard, and said in a very flat tone: "Before twelve o'clock tonight, you must go home for me!" ”

Twelve?

There are still ten minutes to seven o'clock, that is, he gave her five hours off?

Song Qingchun's face flashed with a touch of incredulity at first, and then as if he had won the lottery, he said with great joy: "Thank you, Mr. Su!" ”

Song Qingchun didn't mind Su Zhinian's ignorance of him at all, and said with a smile: "Mr. Su, what do you want to eat at night?" ”